“But I can wait. I’m not weak,” he finishes his sentence, delivering it like a vow.
With my heart in my throat, I whisper, “You aren’t. You never were.”
A smirk slashes across his face. Duncan steals my lips with a bruising kiss. After a few minutes of having his mouth all to myself, he pulls back, swiping his tongue over wet lips.
“That’s why, before I wreck you.” When he lifts the small jar, my pulse stutters. “I’m going to take my time dressing you up in gold. You’re going to wear something fitting for a queen. My queen.”
Being tied up, helpless, at his mercy…this isn’t particularly queen-like. I should feel nothing but degradation. Like I’m being reduced.
I don’t.
I could never, not with an adoring man like Duncan.
He dips his fingers into the jar, the tension in his body centering in his jaw, his hands, every precise motion.
“This is oil.” His voice is strained as he lathers it on my breast. The thick liquid is warm, and yet I shiver at his touch, whimpering when he swirls his fingers around the hardened nipple. “This isn’t how I’d normally handle a surface. Meaning the leaves won’t cling for long. But your skin isn’t something I’d ever risk.”
This man bent me over, called me names, spanked me. It was erotic and hot and different from anything I’d ever experienced.
His gentle, caring touch is just as exquisite. I’m hypersensitive everywhere, my nerve endings exposed, raw as he rubs the oil into me.
“I know,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What else do you know?” A sheet of gold materializes between his two long, elegant fingers.
“That I love you.”
“You’d better.” He lays the leaf so the delicate thing settles onto my breast. Cool at first. Then warm. “What else?”
“I…” Can’t talk. Don’t want to. My existence centers around this leaf. Around Duncan’s fingertips, pressing it to my skin, making sure it won’t fall off when he lets go. “Please.”
Dark eyes hold my gaze captive. “What else?”
I draw in a breath and make myself say it. “I know you love me too.”
“And…” He isn’t being condescending. Something about his tone is as thick as the oil he sweeps over my other breast. “Love, is that all there is between us?”
“What else?” I plead. “I can’t—so hard to think. Please.”
“Because you beg so prettily, I’ll tell you.” He grabs another gold leaf. “My heart’s always been yours, you know that. But the rest of my body, you own it just as fucking much.”
My pussy clenches when Duncan’s lips trail along my jaw.
“My cock, Elowyn.” The growly whisper rumbles through my body. I feel it everywhere. “It needs inside you all the goddamn time.”
A strangled, desperate sound tumbles out of me. Duncan’s nostrils flare, his fingers less gentle as he presses the leaf to my other breast.
“There were times.” His eyes zero in on the gold leaf as it clings to my skin. “The throbbing would be maddening. So much that I fucked my fist, thinking of you naked. Belted. Choking on my cock. I’d come with your name on my lips. Make a mess of my hand, only to be hard all over again a second later. Did you know that?”
Flames lick at my cheeks, my neck. I’m burning up from his confession.
From remembering how so many nights I’d done the same, made myself come with him in mind.
Deep breath.“I do now.”
“Even with you right here, I can’t get enough.” Like he can’t keep his hands off me, he drags the leaf over my breast, his thumb catching my nipple, sending me spiraling. “It takes everything I have not to jerk off after you fall asleep. I do it anyway. Want to know why?”
“Y-yes.”
